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Twelve

“Where’s Caroline? Is she all right?” she asked, going cold while her heart raced.

Will stepped inside and closed the door, taking the present from her to set it on a table.

“Caroline’s fine and you’ll see her very soon. I wanted to talk to you first.”

“She’s waiting in the car?”

“No, she’s home. I let her know she’ll be seeing you very soon.”

“Will, what on earth?” she asked, calming down, but becoming annoyed, yet aware of how handsome he looked in jeans and a charcoal knit shirt. “You scared me to pieces. I thought something happened to her.”

He pulled her into his arms. “I came over to do this right. I’ve been thinking about us.”

“There just is no ‘us,’” she said, her exasperation fading as she saw the desire in his dark eyes. “You don’t get that,” she added, her voice changing, becoming breathless while her pulse speeded.

“Ava, I went about this all wrong. I told you I want you in my life. I’ve thought for hours about what you said. I want you to marry me,” he said, withdrawing a black box from his pocket and holding it out to her.

She stared at it, but wouldn’t touch it. “Will, we’ve been over this and why it won’t work.”

“It will work. I love you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you so the other night. I didn’t even know what love really is, until I met you.”

Startled, she drew a deep breath and her heart began to pound faster.

“Ava, I’ll support you in whatever you do. I want to marry you.”

“What about your father’s marriage and your brother’s marriage?”

“You’re not like my mother or like Lauren. I can have a happy marriage if it’s with you. I love you with all my heart. I need you in too many ways to count. I want to share my life with you. Will you marry me?” he asked again, holding the box higher.

“Are you sure? You mean it? You’ve really thought this through?”

“I have. I’ve never been happier than this summer when you lived with us, when we made love and when you’re there for Caroline. I want you back, love. Really want you.”

“Will, you’ve been so bitter about marriage. This is a complete turnaround.”

“Love does things to people. I just know you’re part of my life now and I have to keep it that way. I need you, Ava. I love you, want you, need you. You’re necessary to me.” He knelt on one knee and took her hand. “Ava, will you marry me?”

“Will,” she said, exhaling, her heart pounding while joy surged.

“Ava, please marry me,” he repeated, standing again.

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely. Marriage. Forever commitment. That’s what I want from you.”

With a scream of delight, she threw her arms around him and hugged him. She kissed him, startling him for only a second and his arms banded her waist tightly and he leaned over her to kiss her passionately.

She tore her mouth away. “Yes, Will, I’ll marry you,” she cried and returned to kissing him. He picked her up, pausing a moment.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

She pointed and they kissed again.

Later, she lay in his arms. “Will, I don’t have the box you gave me.” She started to roll off the bed, but he caught her and pulled her back.

“I’ll get it,” he said. He left and she watched him, relishing the sight of his virile body and long legs. He climbed back in bed to hold the velvet box and open it.

She gasped at the huge glittering diamond set in a gold band with diamonds on either side. “Will, that is shamefully large.”

“No, it isn’t. I want you to have it. I love you, Ava.”

He slipped the ring on her finger. “Let’s have the wedding soon.”

“Very soon,” she whispered. She studied the beautiful ring. “I can’t wait to call my sisters and tell them. They’ll have to be in my bridal party.”

“Fine. I’ll have my brothers and Garrett and another close friend, Tyler.”

“Will, what about this half sister your family has discovered? Perhaps you can invite her?”

“She didn’t even have an interest in inheriting a fortune. She won’t be interested in meeting us or coming to a wedding. My brothers and I are still trying to contact her, but I’m not trying again until after the wedding and our honeymoon. I don’t have time for such a big distraction right now. Also, before I announce the news of our impending nuptials to my brothers, I want to tell Caroline.”

Ava smiled. “She’ll be so happy.”

He nodded. “I sat her down this morning and told her I was going to ask you to marry me and if I could come see you instead of her. I told her whatever you said, I would come back and get her.”

“Oh, my goodness. She may be anxious and waiting. Let’s go tell her,” Ava said, stepping out of bed. “I’ll shower and we’ll go.” She gathered her clothes and looked at him. He lay with his hands behind his head, a smile on his face as he watched her. She yanked clothes in front of herself. “Will, get up. Let’s shower and tell Caroline.”

“I won’t miss this.”

She tried to cover herself, smiling all the way down the hall.

“Will, I can’t stop looking at this ring,” Ava said on the ride over to the mansion.

“Look all you want while I look at you,” he said, pulling her close against his side.

They found Caroline in her playroom with Muffy and Rosalyn. Will had already called Rosalyn to tell her the news and that they wanted to share it with Caroline. The moment they arrived, Rosalyn greeted them with a big smile and headed upstairs.

Caroline’s eyes were questioning and she looked intently at Will. He picked her up and put his other arm around Ava, pulling her close.

“Caroline, I told you I wanted to ask Ava to marry me, which I did. She accepted.”

Caroline grinned broadly, looking at Ava. “Will you live here again?”

“Yes, I will live here again,” Ava said, putting an arm around Caroline so they formed a circle. “You will be my little girl.”

“Caroline, your daddy will always be your daddy, but if you want to just call me Will, that might be easier for you. And if you want, I’m sure it would be all right with Ava if you call her Mommy.”

Caroline looked at Ava who nodded as she smiled again. She glanced back at Will. “I’ll call you Daddy Two.”

They all laughed while they hugged. Ava had tears of joy that spilled over her cheeks. “Will, Caroline, this is the happiest day of my life.”

“Let’s pick a wedding date. Caroline, you can be our flower girl.”

The little girl beamed.

Epilogue

Ava stood in the narthex of the church, holding Caroline’s hand. Her sisters and close friends waited until the signal and then they began the walk down the aisle. The friends went first, next Summer and finally Trinity, who was maid of honor.

After Trinity, Ava bent to kiss Caroline. In her silk-and-tulle dress, the same shade of blue as the bridesmaids’, Caroline looked like a doll. She smiled at Ava and started down the aisle with a basket of rose petals on her arm.

Ava’s heart beat with joy while she watched Caroline carefully scatter rose petals as she walked down the aisle.

When Ava kissed her father’s cheek, he patted her arm. “I hope you live long and happily,” he whispered and she smiled in return.

Trumpets sounded and the wedding march began. Rising to their feet, guests turned while the wedding planner motioned to Ava to start down the aisle.

The groomsmen in their black tuxedos were handsome, all tall and each one smiling. When her gaze flew to Will, her heart skipped with joy. Her handsome husband-to-be stood smiling at her, his gaze locked with hers. They would bind their lives together forever and Caroline now would be her little girl, too.

Joy reigned supreme as Ava could not stop smiling. She paused to give her mother a rose. Will’s mother had been unable to attend, something he accepted without surprise. Ava gave another rose to Rosalyn, who sat alone on the opposite side of the aisle.

Finally, Ava’s father placed her hand in Will’s and she went through her vows in a daze of happiness.

Afterward at the country club reception, she danced with Will. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

“Mine, too. We have a week to ourselves and then we’ll come back to get Caroline and take her to Florida where she can meet all the princesses she wants.”

“Will, this is paradise. I am so happy.”

“Not half as happy as I am. You’ve given us so much joy and I am so in love with you, I shock myself. Caroline is radiant with our marriage. She loves you and loves having a mother.”

“I know. I love her.”

“Do we really have to stay for this reception?”

She laughed. “Of course, we have to. Everyone is here to see and talk to us.”

“No, they’re not. They’re here to eat and dance and have a good time with friends. My brothers and Garrett are here for the reasons I just named.”

“Maybe your family, but otherwise, they are here to see us, so we stay.”

“I’ll try, but I can’t wait to get you alone. I want to peel you out of that dress and kiss you from head to toe.”

“Will, you stop that now. Smile and dance and behave.”

“Impossible.” He grinned and spun her around.

“Will, I want Caroline to have a little brother or sister.”

“We will get started on that soon. Very soon,” he said, his arm tightening around her waist.

She laughed, thinking she was the luckiest woman on earth to have such a handsome, wonderful husband and an adorable little girl.

The Reluctant Heiress

Twice Garrett had been on the verge of confessing his identity.

“What about you and marriage?” Sophia asked, breaking into his thoughts.

“I’m a workaholic, I suppose,” he said. “I haven’t ever been deeply in love, and I don’t feel ready for marriage.”

As he gazed into her eyes, he wondered what it would be like to come home to her every night—to make love to her night and day. His thoughts surprised him.

He hated not telling her about the Delaneys, yet he had heard the bitterness in her voice when she spoke of her father, felt her anger smoldering.

He realized she was staring at him with a quizzical smile. “What?” he asked.

“You haven’t heard one word I’ve been saying, Garrett. What are you thinking about?”

He focused on her lips before looking into her eyes again while desire consumed him.

He didn’t want to admit the truth yet and the burden of guilt was becoming unbearable, but one way to avoid both was to stop her questions with kisses.

Dear Reader,

This second story in the LONE STAR LEGACY series involves the celebration of two people falling in love in spite of seemingly insurmountable obstacles. Love and romance are wonderful, breathtaking, sometimes overwhelming. The road to romance is a fascinating journey.

Set in glittering Dallas and the snow-covered Rockies, The Reluctant Heiress shows how the Delaney brothers discover a half-sister who has to be brought into the family. To achieve this goal, the brothers turn to a trusted friend and valued employee, Garrett Cantrell.

The first meeting between the handsome Garrett and striking Sophia Rivers ignites fires in each of them. Sophia cannot resist Garrett even though she knows she should. Trust is fundamental, and forgiveness is a part of Sophia’s and Garrett’s story.

Some of the most exciting moments in life happen when two people fall in love. Romance is universal, sought after and just plain fun. Come enjoy Garrett’s and Sophia’s story.

Thank you for choosing this book.

Sara Orwig

About the Author

SARA ORWIG lives in Oklahoma. She has a patient husband who will take her on research trips anywhere from big cities to old forts. She is an avid collector of Western history books. With a master’s degree in English, Sara has written historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Books are beloved treasures that take Sara to magical worlds, and she loves both reading and writing them.

Many thanks to Stacy Boyd and

Maureen Walters.

Prologue

“I don’t have a clue why I’m here,” Garrett Cantrell, company CFO, said at the family gathering in the Dallas office of Delaney Enterprises.

“Because Sophia Rivers is our father’s child. She’s as stubborn as Dad ever was,” Will Delaney stated, combing his fingers through his black hair.

“We won’t give up. There’s too much at stake,” Ryan Delaney added, resting one booted foot on his knee. “We can be as stubborn as she is. There has to be a way to reach her.”

“We need to outsmart her instead of the other way around,” Zach Delaney grumbled.

“Right,” said Will. “That’s why I asked Garrett to join us.”

“I’m sure finding out you have a half sister at the reading of your dad’s will was a shock,” Garrett said, “but you should face the fact that she doesn’t want to meet any of you. I’d say give it up.”

“If we don’t get her on the board of the Delaney Foundation, we can kiss our inheritances goodbye,” Zach snapped. “Also, she’s family. We have a sister—all these years.”

“I agree,” Will added. “She’s part of our family and we’d all like to know her.”

“Even if she doesn’t want to know you?” Garrett asked.

“I think that’s because of Dad and not anything we’ve done. We just want to unite this family and we don’t stand a chance if she won’t speak to us,” Will said. “Each of us has tried and failed to make contact with her. I think the next thing is to send someone neutral.”

Garrett straightened in his chair, his good humor vanishing. “Go through your dad’s lawyer. She communicates with Grady.”

“Her attorney communicates with Grady,” Will replied drily. “Grady has never met the lady.”

“The bottom line is, we want our inheritances,” Ryan stated. “She’s costing each of us four billion dollars. Too much to blow off.”

As Garrett looked at the Delaneys, he reflected on how his life had been tied to theirs from the day he was born. His father’s life had been closely linked with the family patriarch, Argus Delaney. Besides ties of work and family, Will Delaney, the Delaney CEO, was Garrett’s best friend. Garrett had been raised to feel indebted to the Delaneys, just as his dad had felt obligated. As he thought about what they were about to ask of him, his dread grew exponentially. “I suggest the three of you try again to meet her,” Garrett said.

“C’mon, Garrett. You can contact her because your name isn’t Delaney. Spend time with her, get to know her, find out why she’s resisting, and we’ll take it from there,” Will said. “Just open the door for us. Go to Houston. You have a family business and a house there. It’s a perfect plan.”

“I own the property management business in Houston—I don’t work there. Give it up, guys. Don’t ask me to do what you can’t do.”

“We think you can do this,” Will argued. “You’ve been our spokesperson many times. We’ll make it worthwhile for you. Help us get her on the board and it’s another five hundred million for you.”

Garrett was already wealthy— He didn’t care about the money. But he couldn’t turn down the brothers because his obligation to the Delaneys ran deep. He sighed as Will handed him a manila folder.

Garrett looked at a picture of a raven-haired, brown-eyed beauty. Maybe their request isn’t so bad after all, he thought.

“If she cooperates, she will inherit three billion dollars. It’s not like you’re trying to cause her trouble,” Ryan pointed out.

“How can she turn down that kind of money?” Zach asked, shaking his head.

“She must be angry as hell,” Garrett remarked. “That kind of anger isn’t going to change easily.”

“We have to try,” Will stated. “Will you do it?”

Garrett glanced at the picture again. He had just inherited three billion from their father. Will was his closest friend. How could he refuse to help them now?

“Garrett, we’re desperate. And we have a time limit,” Ryan said.

“All right,” Garrett replied reluctantly. “I can’t say no to any of you.”

There were thanks from all and a high five from Will, who grinned. “Everything’s going for you. You’re not a Delaney.”

“I might as well be one,” Garrett grumbled. “I don’t think your half sister will be one degree happier with me than she was with any of you.” Garrett shook his head. “Meeting Sophia Rivers is doomed from the start.”

One

Sophia Rivers sipped champagne and gazed beyond the circle of friends surrounding her. Her small Houston gallery was filled with guests viewing her art and helping her celebrate the second anniversary of her gallery’s opening. The crowd was the perfect size, and she was completely satisfied with the turnout.

“Sophia, I have a question.”

She turned to see Edgar Hollingworth, a father to her and a mentor, as well as a man whom she and her mother had been friends with before she ever moved into the art world. “Excuse me,” she said to the group around her, and stepped away.

“Edgar, what can I do for you?” she said to the tall, thin man.

“You looked as if you needed rescuing,” he said quietly. “You also look ravishing. The black and white is striking on you, Sophia.”

“Thank you,” she replied, shaking her long black hair away from her face.

“Shall we at least act as if I’ve asked you about a painting?” Edgar motioned toward the opposite side of the room and she smiled as she strolled with him. “You have a sizable crowd tonight. I’m glad you were able to make it. I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

“I hadn’t planned to come until about three hours ago. I’ve been in New Mexico, painting. Who’s the couple ahead to our right?” she asked.

“The Winstons. They’re probably on your guest list because they bought a painting recently.”

“Now how do you know that?”

“I sold it to them,” he said, smiling at her, causing creases to fan from the corners of his blue eyes. “I still think you should move your gallery nearer mine. Our galleries would complement each other.”

Sophia smiled at the familiar conversation that always ended with her saying no. “I do appreciate your gallery carrying my art. You were the first and I’ll always be indebted to you for that.”

“You would have been in a gallery anyway whether it was my place or another’s. You have a fine talent.”

“Thank you, Edgar,” she said.

Sophia glanced around the room again and was slightly surprised when she saw another unfamiliar face. Except this one took her breath away.

Perhaps the tallest man in the room, he stood in profile. His brown hair had an unruly wave to it and his hawk nose and rugged looks made her think instantly that he would be an interesting subject to paint. He held a champagne flute in his hand as he looked at a painting.

“There’s someone else I don’t know,” she said.

“His name is Garrett Cantrell. We talked awhile. He has a property management business here and he’s a financial adviser. He, too, bought one of your paintings last week. Another satisfied customer.”

A woman approached Edgar, who excused himself, leaving Sophia to contemplate the tall, brown-haired stranger, strolling slowly around the gallery. She suddenly found herself crossing the room to stand near him.

“I hope you like it,” she said.

“I do,” he replied, turning to look at her with thickly lashed eyes the color of smoke. Her breath caught. Up close he was even more fascinating—handsome in a craggy way—and his gray eyes were unforgettable.

“That’s good,” she replied, smiling and extending her hand while still held in his compelling gaze. “Because I’m the artist. I’m Sophia Rivers.”

“Garrett Cantrell,” he said, shaking her hand. His warm fingers wrapped around hers and an uncustomary tingle ran to her toes. She gazed into his smoke-colored eyes and couldn’t get her breath. Her gaze slipped lower to his mouth. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him. The temperature in the room rose. She knew she should look away, yet she didn’t want to stop studying him.

“The artist herself. And even more beautiful than your paintings,” he said as he released her hand. “You’ve caught the atmosphere of the West.”

“It’s New Mexico, around Taos. And thank you,” she added. Her pulse jumped at his compliment and she was keenly aware of him as they moved to view another painting.

“You’re very good at what you do. I look at these and feel as if I’m there instead of standing in a steamy metropolitan city.”

“That’s what I hope to achieve. So this is the first time you’ve been to my gallery.”

“Yes, but I own one of your pictures,” he said, moving to the next painting. “You must spend a lot of time in New Mexico. I assume you have a gallery there?”

“Actually, I don’t. I intend to open one early next year, but I haven’t launched into that yet. It will take time away from painting.”

“I understand.” He sipped champagne and moved to another painting. “Ah, I really like this one,” he said and she looked at a familiar work. It was an aged cart in front of a brown adobe house with bright hollyhocks growing around it. A small mesquite tree stood at one corner of the house.

He looked at the next series of paintings. “These are my favorites. The Native American ones,” he said, indicating a man with a long black braid standing beside a horse in an open stretch of ground dotted with mesquite. Overhead, white clouds billowed against a blue sky and a large hawk sailed with widespread wings.

“That’s a great painting,” he said. “The light and shadows are an interesting contrast.” Happy with his compliment, she smiled. “I’ll take this one. Any chance the artist will help me decide where to hang it? A dinner is in the offering.”

Again, she had a flutter in her heartbeat. “We’re strangers, Mr. Cantrell.”

“It’s Garrett. We can fix the ‘strangers’ part. When you can get away tonight, why don’t we go around the corner to the hotel bar and have a drink? Tomorrow evening we’ll hang my painting and then I’ll take you to dinner.”

“You don’t waste time. I’d be delighted to have a drink tonight. I should be through here in another hour.”

“Excellent,” he said, glancing at his watch.

“I’ll get one of my staff to wrap your painting and we can deliver it tomorrow if you’d like.”

“That will be fine. The delivery person can leave it with my gatekeeper.”

She smiled and left to find one of her employees. “Barry, would you help Mr. Cantrell? He wants number 32. Please take care of the sale and get the delivery information.”

She had to resist the temptation to glance over her shoulder at Garrett.

Instead, she strolled around, speaking to customers and friends, meeting Edgar again.

“I see Cantrell bought a painting.”

“Yes. I’m having a drink with him after this.”

“That was quick,” he said, glancing across the room. “Seemed nice enough. Wealthy enough, too. Last week he bought your painting from me without hesitation. Now, a week later, he’s buying another one. The man knows what he likes.”

“I see the Santerros. I have to speak to them.”

“Have fun this evening,” Edgar said as she left him.

“I intend to,” she stated softly. “Garrett Cantrell,” she repeated, glancing back to see him at the desk, handing a business card to Barry. Her gaze drifted over his long legs while her heartbeat quickened. Dressed in a navy suit with a snowy dress shirt and gold cuff links, the handsome man was a standout even in the well-dressed crowd.

She spent the next hour all too aware of where Garrett stood.

When she saw him talking to a couple she recognized, she waited until he moved away, then worked her way around to them.

“How are the Trents tonight?” she asked.

“Fine,” Jason Trent answered.

“We love your new paintings,” Meg Trent said. “Thanks for the invitation.”

“Thank you for attending. I saw you talking to Garrett Cantrell. I just met him, but it looked as if you two already know him.”

“We do,” Jason replied. “I lease a building from his company. He keeps up with whether everything is going smoothly, which it is. Good bunch to work with.”

“We’re getting one of your watercolors for the family room,” Meg said. “It’s the one with the little boy and the burro.”

“I’m glad you like that one. I hope you enjoy having it in your home.”

“You’re a prolific painter,” Jason remarked.

“I enjoy it.”

“More than the financial world,” he said, smiling.

“I have no regrets about changing careers.”

“That’s what I keep trying to talk Meg into doing—She’d love to have a dress shop.”

“Accounting seems to hold fewer risks. You’re established now, but weren’t you nervous when you started?” Meg asked.

“I suppose, but it was absolutely worth it,” Sophia said. “It was nice to see you both,” she added, moving on, aware of Garrett across the gallery talking to two people. She wondered whether he knew them, too.

She stopped at the desk to look at his card. “Cantrell Properties Inc.” It was a plain card with a downtown address, logo and phone number, but little else. She returned it to the drawer.

Garrett appeared at her side. “Can you leave? You still have quite a few people here.”

“I can leave. My staff can manage quite well. They weren’t expecting me to be here tonight anyway.”

“I’m glad you are,” he said.

“We can go out the back way and it’ll be less noticeable.” She led him through a door, down a hallway that opened onto offices, a mailroom and a studio and out the back into a parking lot where five cars were parked. Four tall lampposts illuminated the area as brightly as if it were day. A security guard sat in a cubicle watching a small television. He stepped to the door.

“Good night, Miss Rivers.”

“I’ll be back after a while to get my car, Teddy.”

“Sure thing. Evening, sir,” he said, nodding at Garrett who greeted him in return.

“My car is in front,” Garrett said, taking her arm.

“It’s a nice night. We can walk if you want,” she said, pleasantly aware of his height because she was taller than some men she knew and as tall as many.

“I saw you talking to Meg and Jason Trent. Jason said he leased property from you.”

“Yes, he’s a good tenant,” he said. “They like your art.”

“I’ve had a gratifying response from people,” she said.

They entered the bright hotel lobby, then the darkened bar where a pianist played a ballad for couples who were dancing.

Garrett got a booth with a small lamp at the end of the table. It spilled a golden glow over his fascinating features, highlighting his prominent cheekbones and leaving the planes of his cheeks in dark shadows. She felt breathless again, a steady hum of excitement that she couldn’t explain.

They ordered drinks—a cold beer for him and an iced soda for her. When they came, he raised his glass in a toast. “Here’s to a new friendship. May it grow.”

“A toast to friendship,” she repeated, touching his cold bottle lightly. She sipped her soda and set the glass down.

He reached across the table to take her hand, his warm fingers enveloping hers. Again, a current streaked through her like lightning. “Shall we dance?”

As she stood, he shed his coat and tie, folding them once on the seat of the booth.

Sophia followed him to the small dance floor and stepped into his embrace. Her hand was in his, her other hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of him through the fine cotton shirt. She enjoyed dancing around the floor, aware of how well they moved together. He was agile, light on his feet.

“I’ve been waiting all evening for this moment,” he said, setting her heart fluttering again. She had never had such an instant and intense reaction to a man. “I’m glad I decided to come tonight. I didn’t expect to see the artist, but I knew I would enjoy looking at your art. Now, the whole world has changed.”

She smiled. “I don’t think it’s been a world-changing night,” she said, though she actually agreed with him. She wasn’t sure things would ever be the same after having met Garrett Cantrell.

“The night isn’t over yet,” he reminded her, obviously flirting.

She slanted him a look. “Perhaps you’ll change my mind.”

“That’s a challenge I’ll gladly take.”

The ballad ended and a faster number began. Garrett released her and she put a little distance between them. The man had sexy moves that set her pulse at a faster pace. She was unable to tear her gaze from his until she forced herself to turn and the spell was broken.

By the time the music finished, she needed to catch her breath.

Garrett took her hand. “Shall we go back to our drinks?”

They returned to the booth. He loosened the top buttons of his shirt. The temperature climbed a notch and her desire revved with it.

Her cell phone chimed. She looked down, reading a brief text from Edgar.

How is your evening with G.C.? Call me when you get home. I promised Mom.

She had to laugh. “I have a text from my friend Edgar. You bought a painting of mine from him.”

“Yes. I remember.”

“He once promised my mom that he would look out for me and he’s been like the proverbial mother hen ever since. He’s checking on when I’ll get home.”

Garrett flashed a breathtakingly handsome smile. “Is he jealous?”

Shaking her head, she laughed. “Definitely not. Edgar always loved my mother. They dated some, but for Mom it was a good friend sort of thing. Then as my interest in art developed, Mom told Edgar. He became a friend and mentor, helping me in so many ways.”

She sent a text back.

Go to bed, Edgar. I’m fine and he’s fun.

“I let him know that I’m okay and we’re having a pleasant time.”

“A pleasant time. I’ll have to try harder if I want to move that into the ‘world-changing’ arena.”

She smiled as she put away her cell phone. “So tell me about yourself,” she said.

“I grew up with the proverbial silver spoon. Well, my dad began to make big bucks when I was about seven years old. Life was easy in some ways.”